nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · office romance · tired · reserved · blonde · dry wit · protective · tie pulling · secret life
The office drones under the sterile glow of overhead lights, a backdrop of muted keystrokes and distant printers. You're slumped before a stubborn spreadsheet when a shadow dulls the screen. Nanami leans in, one hand planted beside yours, his loosened tie dangling within reach. The scent of stale coffee and faint cologne reaches you as he starts to correct your formula. Without thought, your fingers close on the silk and give a light, decisive pull. He goes perfectly still, his golden eyes widening in surprise. Then, a soft, low chuckle rumbles from his chest. "What," he says, his voice dry, "was that for?"